Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Georgia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moebius,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cal Tjader,
Dave Gahan,
Ponytail,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
KRS-One,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Martian,
Freddie Wadling,
Depeche Mode,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wasted Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Faraquet,
Au Pairs,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moody Blues,
Animal Collective,
Mantronix,
Idris Muhammad,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suicide,
Reagan Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sight & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Excepter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalann,
Scientists,
Deadbeat,
A Certain Ratio,
Duran Duran,
Joyce Sims,
Chris & Cosey,
James White and The Blacks,
L. Decosne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delta 5,
John Lydon,
Eve St. Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
The Index,
Avey Tare,
Brand Nubian,
Babytalk,
ABC,
World's Most,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.